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Author: Ow…sunburn…hurts….

Raci: What is the point of going out on a stupid, crowded beach for hours!

Author Because it's fun…ow…sunburn

Raci:….If you say so….

Hermione was woken the following mourning by her nerves. Today was July 13. That meant Krum was going to Bulgarian for a whole week of Qudditch World Cup training. It also meant Hermione had her meeting today on elfin-rights at the Ministry of Magic.

She laid there for a minute. Telling herself that everything was going to be alright. That the Ministry would finally understand her view on elfin-rights. But it was no use. She wouldn't be calm till this whole thing was over with.

Hermione got out of her red velvet, queen sized bed, and headed towards the bathroom door. She entered a large dome shaped room. The room was made of white marble, and contained a gigantic bathtub. She went over to the tub, and started to drawl herself a warm soothing bath.

She sat on the tubs edge, and ran her fingers in the water. 'This should calm me down some,' she thought to herself.

"Good mourning," said a friendly voice in her ear.

Hermione ignored the nasty smell of mourning breathe, and turned to her husband, Victor Krum. Victor had seem to change a lot over the last six years. His uni- brow was gone, he stood straighter, and didn't look as duck-footed anymore. But his brown hair was still messy, and he still had a board look to him a lot of times.

"Well this is a miracle," said Hermione smiling happily, "your up before me."

"Yes, well since were going to be apart for a whole week, and since this is such an important day for you…I decided to spend what mourning we have together spoiling you," Krum said picking up a tray that held heart shaped pancakes with blueberry pieces and syrup on them. Their was also a glass of orange juice, and a a skinny glass vase with a single red rose in it.

Hermione simply smiled, and shook her head. "What would I do without you?" she asked playfully.

"Probably live a miserable life with some ugly weirdo," Krum answered sarcastically. "So shall I bring this downstairs, or feed it to you in the bath?" asked Victor indicating to the tray.

"Bring them downstairs, I'll take a quick bath," said Hermione.

"If you wish," said Krum simply. He bent down, and gave Hermione a quick kiss. Then he turned around, and walked out.

Once done she got out, she dried herself off with her wand, and put on a pressed, important looking dark blue cloak. Hermione scrutinized herself in the mirror. She, unlike her husband, hardly changed a bit since Hogwarts. The only real difference was her hair. Instead of a bushy brown mess it was now wavy and long.

Satisfied with the way she looked she walked down to the kitchen. Where Krum was waiting at the table.

"Had a nice bath?" he asked.

"Wonderful," Hermione said with a sigh.

"Well I hope you still have room for breakfast," stated Krum.

"Hermione smiled at him. "I always have enough for your cooking," she said. Surprisingly enough Krum happen to be a great cook. Which was as good thing, since Hermione refused to let him buy a house-elf.

They fed each other bits of pancakes, and every now and then shared a pancake kiss. When the meal was done it (Krum eating most of it) it was time to go.

Krum grabbed, his FireBolt III, his suitcase, and Hermione's briefcase. She took the case with another quick kiss, and Disapperated.

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